Motionless he stood at the railing,
the dayglow warm against his cheek.
Overlooking the water but not seeing it.
His mind's eye was still in her bedroom
where the curtains were closed
but where her heart had opened.
They had talked warily,
just a few words
because most of what was said
was unspoken
but not unheard
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